take me -
fervent
your voice
breathe me in
- I need you -
growled quietly
against my skin
causing
vellus erectile
the fever to begin
tongues tip tease
dragged on belly skin
lengthy peregrination
until caresses appease
aching yet never wanting
these sensations to abate
to reach the culmination
be settled and satiated
inner storms begin
as fault lines shiver
then start to crack
each kiss you deliver
tongue untied tripping
the light fantastic
slowly down my back
cumulonimbus burst
pulse thunders in my head
those fault line breaths
feed the rumble
and shake of our bed
tremors begin
amid the toss and tumble
the gentle earthquake
starts
raising shiver to shudder
tremble quiver & shake
twin beating hearts
as the world dissolves
breaking down my walls
brick by brick
my honey
gives such visceral
real love - baby
this no simulacrum trick
climactic colours fulminate
kaleidoscopic
behind my eyes
when you draw out
deep ******* sighs.

J.C. honey-baby 02/08/2019

My baby builds robots
his clever gentle hands
my honey writes me poems
his lovely strong hands
my love is a designer
his mind the way it sings
applying creative logic
to make such complex things,
his hands they fascinate me
with their deft versatility
his mind it seduces me
with his warm emotionality
my baby is solutions
mixing to solidify
equations becomes clear to
solve all my x, my z's, my why's
in so doing he frees
my hitherto hidden crys & sighs
my honey bee works numbers
with beautiful brain agility
he makes me crave to play
with him
a game of love geometry
manipulating the angles
from my shoulders
to my ankles
oh how I do crave
my sweet loves forgiveness
makes me want to misbehave
it is our love at play, silly fun games
just like our many many
lovey dovey sappy names
more than all his positive qualities
my darlings communication
is the most attractive to me
with loving openness
with sweet caring honesty
it preserves our solid unity
I love this man so deeply,
I love him so true to infinity
it's shaken my foundations
rocked me to my core
illuminated clearly
what has been mistaken
as love now long foresaken
clearly was not love before.

J.C. baby-baby 01/08/2019. 11.11am.

Then

it was most
elusuve a chimera,
hidden and veiled
a reluctant host
by machine enigma
loves suggestive ghost

Now

your anima blended
with my feminine psyche
masculinity lended
a pairing possibly unlikely
delta apex merging
waters of life surging
unity of life how it frees
and what love gives
whilst on her knees
harmonic blends
flowers stretch then bend
soft dappled morning
when night into day
sleepily yawning
draws me in near
pulling me
into your stratosphere
breath on my shoulder
awakens my desire
encourages you bolder
ignites our fire
here in this moment
all sadness forgotten
you now loves proponent
loves filaments spun
like silken cotton
sheets over us and undone
prismatic lights dance
behind my eyes
as you blend and unbend
my lovers sighs.


J.C. baby-owl 01/08/2019.

I am not my house
though my efforts
my love
made it a home
my children are not
a reflection or extension of me
yet I am their mother
and with love I have tried
to guide them
gently
I am not my possessions
my career
nor my successes
yet they reflect
an intrinsic part
of my nature
I am not defined
by the loves I have known
but I strive to live my life
with love
with kindness
with gentle care
I am not natures beauty
I see all around me
but a small piece of her
lives inside me
I am not the hurt child
or the abhorrent things
that stole my childhood
yet through that pain and loss
I learnt the meaning
of strength
of resilience
of letting go
letting go
of hurt ego
I am not what is seen
through my lovers eyes
nor what he feels
through his touch
though he teaches me
that I am worthy of love
I am not a wife(success?)
I am not a divorcée (failure?)
I am not the broken bones
at my husbands hands
or the wires in my jaw
to put it back together
Or defined by two gold bands
I am not an orphan
though I have no parents
I am my own mother
I am my own daughter
I am my own sister
I am not all the wonderful
people I am lucky to have met
yet
they all gave to me
a part of themselves
to carry with me forever

I am not the words that I write
the images I capture
In the open/close
of the aperture.

I am not
the love I have known
the pain I have endured
the horrors I survived
the billions of laughs I have had
the rivers of tears I have wept
the endless hours I have slept
the endless hours I have chased sleep
or the dreams I have dreamt
not the sheer joy I have felt
or the deep grief for lost loved ones
I am a conglomerate
of all of my experiences in life
good bad happy sad
I am not static
I an fluid
I am changing
with each new
transformative experience
I am a work in progress

J.C. honey-tiger 28/07/2019

One loving fingertip
after one loving fingertip
softly and firmly
through touch
on my skin
you rip
through horrors
lived nightly
relived visions
unsightly
feeding back the light
with loving spoonfuls
of you
softened voice in my ear
tearing through
the fear
words dripped
off your tongue
pull me back
from when I was young
when the dark road tripped
peace rendered
unclipped
now tenderly tendered
fingers and lips
undoes the backward
slips
revealed a piece
of myself
until then hidden
on a deep dusted shelf
at the back of my mind
I thought no one would
find
historically
would cause me to run, flee
this exposure
of privately held me
ironically
with you
it's the opposite
I want to do
magnet pulls
inevitable
to you.

J.C. honey-owl 30/07/2019.